17 Dream of the End

Darkness! Endless darkness.

Only darkness enveloped James's thoughts and mind for an unknown period of time. He couldn't hear, see, or feel anything, as if he was travelling through space. His mind drifted through an endless void.

"Sir!"

A faint voice reached his ears. It was a familiar voice, one that he had heard not too long ago.

"Sir!"

The voice once again called out. This time, with a lot more clarity.

James' mind slowly cleared up, and he opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a devastatingly beautiful girl looking at him at nose length.

"Sir! Are you not feeling well?"

"... Rose?"

"Yes Sir, it's me."

James blinked a couple of times. Raising his head, he glanced around. Then, much to his surprise, he found himself inside his office on the 17th floor sitting on his usual chair & the laptop displaying something of Nightangel.

He couldn't quite remember what happened before that.

"Strange…" He muttered as he looked around the room.